As it turns out, that "very specific recycling center" is a little mom-and-pop shop up the road called Best Buy.
Which I may have known, but I decided the other center would be more secure as far as disposing of data that was deleted but improperly wiped, or something? I'm not sure. Obviously I am not behaving rationally, as I have been to that Best Buy a zillion times since rendering this computer obsolete, and could have toted it with me, or asked, or any number of sensible options. But as with everything, the best motivation for doing something is when you are at risk of embarrassing yourself. Kevin's brother was headed to town for an impromptu weekend visit, and so we had to do a sweep of everything taking up space in the guest room. In a fit of pique that my stupid old grey laptop was still sitting on the bed, I re-Googled the matter, found the Best Buy recycling listings, got up right that second and drove to the nearest store, handed it over, got a slip in return, and... that was that.
Listen, if anyone is sufficiently motivated to try and piece together information from whatever ghosts are on my hard drive, congratulations to you. Do something great with my identity, at least, okay?
As for embarrassment... well, my office is still the de facto garage, even though Kevin's mother is coming to stay for nine days while I'm in New York for Fashion Week. I have no idea where we are going to put any of the stuff that's living there, since the garage may not be done (we're pausing to do the kitchen). Should be a delight.
84) Get GFY's official Facebook page up and running. Honestly, this is more of a reminder, but it's got to happen.
And done. Jessica can vouch that it was a tiny bit by accident, as we had the page percolating, but then Facebook apparently just decided to auto-publish it. And so, yet again, the fates gave us a shove into productivity. But now that it's done, I spend more time with that than on Twitter, because the Facebook page is new and shiny and I can be long-winded on it. When we get our book blog up and running to pimp the novel, watch out.
There are a ton of travel-related things on my list that seem so far-fetched now that I'm looking it over -- and I remember making the same mistake the last time. Naturally, since I published the list, I've had a raft of other ideas for what I should have put on there, and naturally, since I had those ideas, I have forgotten them. Maybe I'll make some substitutions if they ever come back to me. My list is like the menu at a nice restaurant, you know. Everyone would prefer I just stuck to the offerings, but if a wee thing here or there is not to my taste, the establishment can accommodate. If only Grant Achatz could turn some of my items into tasty little morsels so I could eat my way to completion.